The waves surged violently, crashing into snow-white splashes.
On a desolate and desolate island, the blood-stained cultivator in Tsing Yi sat slumped on the ground, looking at the endless sea. In his left hand he held the four fragments of the bell tightly, and his face and clothes were covered in mottled blood. But he just looked at the sea quietly, without even blinking his eyes.
The sun rises and sets, and the moon rises and falls.
Luo Jianqing stared blankly here for three days, and suddenly saw the white seabirds flying from the sky and gently landed on the island. This bird is naturally not an ordinary bird. It is a second-order monster unique to Fengshenhai in the extreme north. It is called Fengyu Bird. It looks similar to a seagull, but its attack power is not strong. It can withstand the winds of the Fengshen Sea.
When the bird fell, Luo Jianqing didn't take a look at it.
The white seabird vigilantly looked at this human being who seemed to have no breath from a distance, one silently ignoring it, the other carefully inquiring. After a long time, Fengyu Bird made a long cry, flew towards Luo Jianqing quickly, and pecked directly at his eyes!
There was only a distance of ten feet left, and Luo Jianqing did not move; only a distance of five feet was left, and Luo Jianqing seemed to have never heard of it; only one zhang, one foot, one inch was left...
suddenly! Luo Jianqing raised his fingers and clamped the bird's beak with his two fingers.
"Ow!"
Luo Jianqing's fingers tightened, and the bird's beak was broken in two, Fengyu Bird howled and fled, fluttering its wings and leaving.
There was a look in the clear pupils, Luo gradually raised his eyes slowly, looking at the hot and bright sun in the sky. After a long time, he stood up, walked to the edge of the island, bent down and gently scooped a handful of sea water.
Anyone who sees this sea water can't imagine that such clean and clear water is actually the water of Fengshenhai. It is pure and harmless, but it is from this water that a turbulent wind that is enough to make countless people tremble is born, and it is also in the vast ocean formed by this water... He lost the best friend in his life.
Luo Jianqing looked at the holding of water and looked down for a long time.
Strangely, the water did not flow out of Luo Jianqing's hand crevices like normal water. Luo Jianqing looked at the water silently, raised his left hand, and put a blood-colored bell fragment into it. He bent down again, put this handful of water and the bell into the sea, and watched the small red bell shards sink to the bottom of the sea.
For the next three fragments, Luo Jianqing took out the Frost Floating Sword, poured it into it with spiritual power, and drilled a small hole in the bell. He took out a bunch of Jinwutian silk from the ring, put on the three pieces of bells, used it as a necklace, and tied it around his neck.
After doing all this, Luo Jianqing supported the ground with his sword and looked up at the gradually sinking sunset.
As Mo Qiu said, the sunset on the Fengshen Sea is so beautiful that it is enchanting. Such a beautiful scenery, Mo Qiu has not seen it for many years, why is Luo Jianqing not like this? If a person who cultivates oneself pursues something, he will inevitably give up something. Not all good things in this world belong to you, there will always be some unsatisfactory things, and you have to accept them.
But in this matter, Luo Jianqing never thought that he would lose his life and death friends.
His relationship with Mo Qiu was not as harmonious as some friends in the cultivation world. The two often ridiculed each other, often fighting each other, and even in the early years, he repeatedly used the scabbard to slap the face that Mo Qiu cared about the most.
However, looking back on it now, compared with parting from life and death, it is all beautiful.
Luo Jianqing sat down slowly. He sat on the soft sand and watched the sunset slowly sink. This scene Mo Qiu couldn't see, he watched it carefully, and when the last ray of light disappeared from the sea level, he still stared at the deep blue sky, never leaving his sight.
"How can you understand life and death if you don't experience life and death." Qingrun's helpless voice sounded softly, "I never thought that you would be so affectionate and righteous. It's been three days, and you still don't plan to leave here?"
Luo Jianqing turned his head slowly, only to see an illusory shadow gradually emerging behind him.
This man was wearing a light blue Confucian robe, with a handsome face and a smooth temperament.
Luo Jianqing looked at the man and didn't speak, but the other party looked at him like this, but said, "Luo Jianqing, you should go."
After three days, Luo Jianqing finally said: "Qingjun."
Qingjun said: "Are you thinking, why am I here?"
Luo Jianqing was silent and did not answer.
Qingjun said: "When my body was turned into a wick that day, I left a trace of thought and sent it to you. Originally, I hoped that I would be able to make the last two wins of "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky" in the future. I might be able to help you when I came into contact with that lamp. I recalled all the things that happened 30,000 years ago. My master had already failed in the eighth capture, but I met once and I didn’t I don't want you to fail. Because if you fail, it's a worse outcome than death."
Luo Jianqing asked, "What exactly is "The Record of Nine Lotuses"? What happened 30,000 years ago?"
Qingjun shook his head lightly and looked up at the sky: "I can't say what happened 30,000 years ago, and I can't say it. But "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky" was adapted by my master based on "Nine Lotus Original Heart". Success, the first seven captures seem dangerous, but there is a chance of survival. However, the last two captures are almost impossible to succeed. My master is a genius in the sky, and in the end, I did not find the correct way to capture the eighth, but there is a vague Consciousness, know that there should be nine wins."
Luo Jianqing reached out and touched the bell and necklace on his neck. He stood up and looked at Qingjun. The silence and grief in his expression were slowly hidden in his eyes. He bowed towards Qing Jun and said, "A few days ago, I saw Senior Mo Qing, and I learned a lot of secrets from Senior."
Qing Jun was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Yes, I saw him too. It turns out... that's what he looked like."
Luo Jianqing said: "Senior Qingjun, if your thoughts are to help me when I practice to the last two wins of "Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens". Then why are you showing up now?"
"I will disappear soon." Qing Jun said calmly, "My thoughts can only show up once, and I have no strength. I can only help you with my own realm and understanding of the master, But I can't do much for you. But now, you don't want to practice to kill you, so I will definitely show up to help you."
Luo Jianqing sneered and asked: "What is life and death? It was in this Fengshen Sea before, you told me that the life and death of one person is not really life and death; the life and death of everyone is not really life and death. Life and death? For me, I don't care about the world, my heart is very small. As long as my master is alive, my friends are alive, and everyone I know is alive, then I don't care about other people's lives and deaths. ."
Qing Jun turned his head to look at the day: "Then do you think that if Mo Qiu is alive again at this moment, you think he is really alive?"
Luo Jianqing frowned complicatedly: "Qingjun, what do you mean?"
"He wants to live, not on him, but on you. In the same way, do you really think that you let Mo Qiu escape a disaster three days ago, and he didn't die for saving you, so he can really live? "Qingjun flicked his sleeves," Luo Jianqing, since the day you practiced "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky", you are no longer under the control of Heaven. It's the same. It's been thousands of years, and no one in the world has been able to ascend to immortality. Even if Mo Qiu reaches the Mahayana stage, he has a life span of 5,000 years, so after 5,000 years? There is still only death!"
"The life and death of one person are not really life and death. The life and death of many people are not really life and death."
"Really life and death is to change the intention of this Heavenly Dao to let the monks fall! It is to let the Heavenly Dao truly restart the road to immortality."
"When you reach the final chapter of "Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens", you will understand. What you think of now is not the real soul; the separation of life and death that you think now is not really the separation of life and death."
"Fifth Duo, Duo is born to die."
"This is Heaven's last snatch of life in the world!"
"You are not to be feared, let alone abandoned!"
"Luo Jianqing, I'll ask you again, you can understand, what kind of exercises are you trying to cultivate?"
At this moment, Qing Jun's Duanxiu Qingjun face suddenly seemed to have a hint of coercion. His eyes were awe-inspiring, and he looked solemnly and solemnly at the bewildered handsome cultivator in front of him, his eyes burning like a scrutiny.
After a long time, Luo Jianqing raised his head and looked at him: "What I practiced is "Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens". Venerable Jiulian did not succeed, but he opened a path for me. From now on, I will definitely When he inherits his wish, it will take the sky!"
In an instant, the monstrous weather suddenly rose, and the sea water around the deserted island was smashed and leveled!
Qingjun slowly softened his expression, he looked at Luo Jianqing with a gentle look, as if he was looking at someone through him, and then suddenly, he raised his finger and placed it between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows.
At the moment when the fingers touched the eyebrows, a Qinglian jade lamp in the forbidden area suddenly lit up on the Yuxiao Peak of Taihua Mountain. The radiance is so great that it can reach the heavens and the earth. The rich Danxiang permeates the forbidden land, and is wrapped by the enchantment, like a fairyland.
Luo Jianqing closed her eyes involuntarily, but Qingjun's face gradually paled.
The fifth win in "Nine Lotuses Conquering the Sky", Seize the life and die!
This is the last snatch of the heavenly way to the living beings in the world. From then on, life will no longer be controlled by the heavenly way, and will be free and carefree.
The majestic Danli poured into his body along Luo Jianqing's eyebrows, and his meridians were carefully nourished and nourished by this warm Danli. This pill has no offensive power or healing effect, but it makes Luo Jianqing seem to have come to a pool of warm water, making him feel that his body is slowly getting lighter, as if floating in mid-air, feeling a lot of The rules that pervade the heavens and the earth.
As the night dawned, darkness enveloped Fengshenhai.
On the small desert island, the blood-stained young monk's face gradually turned rosy, and the aura in his body continued to rise. However, the Confucian scholar on the side is getting weaker, and the originally very illusory body has become even more illusory.
The whole night passed, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the sea, rippling with sparkling waves, Qingjun gently retracted his hand, and Luo Jianqing immediately sat down cross-legged and meditated. At this moment, Luo Jianqing is like a sword with a hidden edge, no longer so sharp, but has accumulated a majestic power.
Qingjun put his hands behind his back and walked to the beach, his body almost disappeared.
He looked at the rising sun, and after a long time, he turned his head and looked at Luo Jianqing, who was meditating with his eyes closed.
"I believe he will succeed, what do you think?"
What responded to Qingjun was the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
Without any regrets, Qing Jun smiled softly, and after a smile, the light cyan figure also disappeared between heaven and earth. In the forbidden area of Yuxiao Peak, the light of the green lotus jade lamp gradually weakened, but the warm and long Dan power continued to radiate from a small wick, trying to ignite the lamp that was about to go out.
A day later, Luo Jianqing opened his eyes, he looked around, but did not find the shadow of Qingjun.
After a moment of silence, Luo Jianqing got up and left. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the sea area again. The last azure light flashed, and there was no one on the deserted island.
At this moment, in the dry mountain range, a white figure walked slowly into a long and narrow canyon, calm and calm. This is a small valley that can only be walked by one person. The cliffs on both sides are steep and steep, standing almost straight on the ground.
On the cliff, there are many spots, and there are strips of long marks, as if they have gone through vicissitudes.
The sun can't shine here at all, making it an unknown place. However, the cold and handsome Venerable stepped into it step by step, his sleeves moved slightly, his green hair rose, and his expression was calm and calm. When he reached about seventy feet, he paused for a moment, and then moved forward.
Xuan Lingzi looked calmly at the ray of light at the end of the canyon, walking step by step, as if walking on the ground.
But only the almost stopped air can foreshadow just how terrifying it is.
Within ten zhang, you can kill a Qi refining cultivator;
Within twenty feet, the monks in the foundation-building period will surely die;
Within thirty feet, the Jindan period cultivator cannot escape...
When Xuan Lingzi reached seventy feet, the coercion that almost condensed into substance has reached the level of great power in the Mahayana period!
However, this canyon has a length of a full one hundred feet. If we say that sixty to seventy feet is the level of transcending calamities, seventy to eighty feet is the level of Mahayana monks. In this way, within 90 zhang should be the level of a monk in the Spirit Transformation stage, and beyond 90 zhang...
Could it be the fairy level? !
Xuan Lingzi's expression was calm, and he walked to the eighty feet step by step. When he took the next step, the air that had never changed suddenly became violent! The space was crushed to the point of collapse, and countless gang winds that were so ferocious that they could kill the great power of the Tribulation Period rushed towards Xuan Lingzi frantically, as if they were going to crush him!
Xuan Lingzi's eyes shrank, his fingers close together, and when he raised his hand, a mighty golden sword qi crushed the wind.
Next, Xuan Lingzi's footsteps were fast, and he reached the eighty-fifth zhang all the way. When he came here, those messy winds suddenly disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, a majestic dazzling light lit up. The monstrous Gangfeng formed a beast, roaring and charging towards Xuan Lingzi.
Xuan Lingzi's brows glittered, he turned his hand and took out the Xuan Ling sword, raised the sword and collided with the beast.
"Roar!"
With one blow, the beast turned into a ray of light that instantly dissipated.
Xuan Lingzi took another step, and it was another huge and terrifying giant bird. It swooped and swooped towards Xuan Lingzi.
In just five feet, Xuan Lingzi walked for an entire hour, and his forehead was covered in sweat. When he officially stepped on the ninety feet, the raging winds behind him dissipated quickly.
Xuan Lingzi frowned slightly and looked carefully at the last ten feet. By this time, he could already see what the light at the end of the canyon was.
It was a round and smooth medicine pill, only about the size of a fingernail, but it shone brightly.
From what Xuan Lingzi saw in his life, even the ninth-grade Shendan (Qingjun) was far less powerful than this medicine, but this medicine did not turn into a human form, nor did it seem to have any consciousness. , just quietly suspended on a high platform, as if being slaughtered.
Xuan Lingzi held the Xuan Ling sword in his hand and looked at the pill from a distance.
Just a moment of thought, Xuan Lingzi took a step forward.
In an instant, the world changed, and Xuan Lingzi suddenly returned to Yuxiao Peak.
It is said to be Yuxiao Peak, but it is not the Yuxiao Peak in Xuan Lingzi's cognition. His medicine field was gone, Luo Jianqing's bamboo house was gone, Xuan Lingzi looked at these scenes carefully, and suddenly only heard an old voice: "No sound, why don't you hurry up to practice today, you are so neglectful !"
Xuan Lingzi's heart trembled, he turned around slowly, and saw a white-haired figure.
The other party stepped forward and scolded: "As a disciple of Yuxiao Peak, the situation between the two clans is critical now, and you haven't concentrated on your cultivation. How can you take on the responsibility of leading Taihua Mountain, leading the right path, and confronting the demon clan?"
Xuan Lingzi looked down at his palm, which was smaller, and remained silent.
The other party said again: "A year ago, your sixteenth master fell. In ten years, I sacrificed ninety-six lives in Taihua Mountain. As a disciple of Yuxiao Peak, how can you not take responsibility and cultivate hard? Enter the Mahayana period as soon as possible and serve my human race! Wuyin, do you know what's wrong?"
Xuan Lingzi slowly raised his head and looked at this strange but familiar old man.
On a face full of ravines, the old man's eyes were majestic, and his love was hidden in his eyes. His heavy gaze made the former Xuan Lingzi almost breathless, but at this moment, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and whispered, "Master."
The old man sighed: "It's not that the master has a lot of demands on you, you have to know that you are the only super-quality root bone in the world today. If you can step into the Mahayana period, or even enter the spirit-transforming period as soon as possible, then you are now on the battlefield. , my human race is not in such a position to be oppressed by the demon race."
Xuan Lingzi said again: "Master."
The old man seemed to realize that his disciple was wrong. He frowned in confusion: "What's the matter, Silent?"
Xuan Lingzi looked at each other seriously, stared carefully for a long time, then took a step back, knelt down on his knees, and gave a big gift.
The old man opened his eyes wide in surprise, but saw Xuan Lingzi knocked three times, finally stood up, and said softly: "Master, I haven't seen you for many years, my disciple misses you very much."
"You!" A golden sword light slammed through the old man's heart. He looked at the disciple in front of him in disbelief, but saw Xuan Lingzi gently pull out the Xuan Ling sword.
In a moment, the eyes changed again, and Xuan Lingzi returned to the canyon just now. He narrowed his eyes displeasedly and looked down at his sword, only to see that there were no traces on the Xuan Ling sword, but Xuan Lingzi pursed his lips and clenched the hilt with his fingers.
Step two out!
This time, Yu Qingzi and others died in front of Xuan Lingzi. He shattered the illusion with a sword and returned to the canyon again.
Step three out!
Xuan Lingzi returned to the battlefield of the two races a hundred years ago. At that time, he had not yet broken through the period of God Transformation. The Heavenly Demon Lord came with an army of millions of demon clans, and Xuan Lingzi had less than ten thousand monks behind him. He killed tens of thousands of demon beasts with one sword and one person.
Next, step four, step five, step six...
In the end, Xuan Lingzi finally came to the medicine pill. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand to grab the medicine, but when he saw a terrifying black wind blowing past, Xuan Lingzi immediately pulled his hand back and looked up at the black shadow.
The black hurricane spun into a vortex, blocking the medicine pill.
Xuan Lingzi put the Xuan Ling sword in front of him on alert, and saw that the black wind kept turning, the vortex was getting bigger and bigger, and waves of coercion surged between the canyons, causing the mountain to vibrate. The black wind seemed to swallow the sky and destroy the earth, but when it touched the white light, it stopped abruptly.
Xuan Lingzi watched the black wind vigilantly, only to hear a dry voice.
"Human Race... It turned out to be a Human Race!"
Xuan Lingzi looked at the black wind silently, without saying a word.
"Why is it a human race, why not a demon race? You are a human race, yes, you are a human race. Human race, do you want to get this elixir? Yes, you definitely want to get it. Then why should the deity give it to you? Yes, this deity definitely doesn't want to give it to you. Your human race is the most treacherous, and your human race is the most untrustworthy."
Xuan Lingzi had already instilled spiritual power into the sword, just waiting to attack.
The black hair was still talking to himself: "You must be just like that human race, you can only deceive people. Yes, you can also deceive people. It is agreed that we will break the confinement together, and we will become immortals together, and he will be the only one. Humans become immortals, leaving only us... only us... No! He killed us! He killed us! Humans! Humans!!!"
The sharp and harsh sound fell, and the black whirlwind rushed towards Xuan Lingzi frantically!
This whirlwind contains earth-shattering demon power. Black Qi is the most terrifying venom, and wind is the sharpest attack. With the two-pronged approach, Xuan Lingzi's arm was drawn with a deep bloodstain, revealing a snow-white bone.
The venom penetrated into his wound, making the terrifying wound unable to heal. Xuan Lingzi slapped it directly with his palm, and the palm wind cut off all the flesh and blood. The flesh and blood fell to the ground, and after two swoops, it turned into a pool of black water.
Xuan Lingzi didn't seem to feel the pain in his body. Looking at this scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his sword. The golden sword light is flooded on the Xuanling Sword, the vast righteousness is like a mountain, and it is like a sharp blade. When the sword is stabbed, it has a majestic power that can pierce everything, but it only shatters one tenth of the black vortex. .
Heifeng roared angrily: "Human Race!!!"
Xuan Lingzi stomped the ground and rushed out.
The nine-petaled golden lotus and the black vortex collided between this small canyon. Every impact can shock the world, and every shot is enough to crush any cultivator in the tribulation period into powder.
This black vortex is really the most terrifying opponent Xuan Lingzi has ever encountered, just a whirlpool, it has the strength of the Great Perfection in the late stage of God Transformation! If it weren't for the opponent's arrogant collision, Xuan Lingzi would have been defeated long ago.
And the strange thing is that the earth-shattering battle between the two sides did not destroy any vegetation in the canyon. There were not even any broken marks on the mountain wall, as if they were fighting in a different world and could not affect anything in the outside world.
In this battle, the two sides were almost evenly matched.
As time passed, the black vortex became more and more furious. This time, violently absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, he slammed into Xuan Lingzi again. However, Xuan Lingzi sighed softly, and slowly wiped his finger on the sword, and the shallow golden light formed a talisman, which appeared on the sword.
The complicated words flickered slightly on the sword, and the thousands of rays of light gathered together to form a delicate and small golden lotus. It was only a very small one, and it seemed weak and ordinary, but when the golden lotus collided with the black vortex, it made the latter scream in pain.
The black vortex shouted loudly, "You are Jiulian's apprentice! This deity wants to kill you, a perfidious person, and this deity wants to kill you, Jiulian!"
When Xuan Lingzi heard this, his body froze slightly, but he still took the opportunity to take the medicine pill.
When the pill was held in his hand, the black vortex suddenly dissipated, leaving only echoes of hatred and despair in the canyon. This voice was mixed with hatred and murderous intent, especially when the word "Nine Lotus" was shouted, with the hatred that seemed to slash the opponent with a thousand swords.
This hatred goes deep into the bone marrow, and the resentment soars into the sky!
Xuan Lingzi looked at the place where the black vortex disappeared with a heavy expression, and finally he lowered his head to look at the medicine pill, only to see a pair of hands suddenly covering the back of his hand. His fingers were slender and thin, white as jade, and Xuan Lingzi was suddenly stunned by the familiar temperature, and he raised his head stiffly.
I saw that in this narrow canyon, the handsome monk stared at him earnestly with moist eyes. Xuan Lingzi has seen these eyes countless times. He rarely sleeps, but once he falls asleep, these eyes will appear in his dreams.
In the early years, in a dream, the owner of these eyes would scold him for "shameless and filthy feelings towards his apprentice", and sometimes he would look at him with disgust and regard him as dust on the ground. Only very rarely would the owner of these eyes accept him and gently tell him, "Master, I am also happy with you."
Somehow, bitter memories from decades ago came back to my mind.
Xuan Lingzi's throat was sore, and before he could speak, he saw Luo Jianqing raise his finger and block his lips: "Master, I finally found you. Do you know how anxious I am these days. What if I never see you again in this life..."
"Getting clear..."
Luo Jianqing shook his head gently, he stepped forward and leaned on Xuan Lingzi's chest. The hot temperature passed along the place where the two met, and Luo Jianqing snorted lowly, and then continued: "Master, you pushed me out that day, and I still hold grudges to this day. It can't be like this anymore, if you're gone..." After a while, he continued: "If you're gone, what's the point of my life?"
Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but stretched out his hand and embraced the youth's waist: "Jianqing..."
Luo Jianqing said: "Well, I'm here. Master, let's get out of here, it's too dangerous here."
With that said, Luo Jianqing took Xuan Lingzi's hand and walked out of the canyon with him.
Xuan Lingzi held the spiritual pill in his right hand, and Luo Jianqing held his left hand tightly. He was almost pulled away by Luo Jianqing. Standing behind the other party, Xuan Lingzi's gaze swept across Luo Jianqing's face, landed on his tall collarbone, and finally landed on the hand holding him tightly.
Luo Jianqing turned back helplessly and said with a smile: "Master, why do you keep looking at me? If you keep looking at me like this, there will be problems."
Xuan Lingzi asked, "What's the problem?"
As usual, Luo Jianqing raised an eyebrow, a playful look flashed across his eyes, he quickly said a "big problem", and then suddenly leaned forward, about to kiss Xuan Lingzi lips.
However, what he kissed was only Xuan Lingzi's palm.
Luo Jianqing looked at Xuan Lingzi in astonishment.
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes and looked at him dotingly.
"Although I'm reluctant to kill you, why would you lie to me like this. No matter how much you look like, you won't be him after all."
Luo Jianqing was stunned for a while, the smile on his face slowly faded away, and a haze gradually shrouded his face. In the end, he lowered his head, smiled strangely, and asked, "You said you were reluctant to kill me? In the last life, whose sword pierced my heart, and who could not save me? Do you think you got in? Demon, do you think it's enough for you to kill the right way for me? You never saved me, either Li Xiuchen killed me or you killed me!"
Xuan Lingzi's body froze suddenly.
"Xuan Lingzi! You keep saying that you like me, but don't forget, for your righteousness, you didn't save me at the last moment! You obviously don't have to accept Li Xiuchen as a disciple, and you don't have to teach me either. His spells, you can even express your mind directly to me, but you did nothing. You thought you were saving me, but in fact, it was you! Step by step, I was driven to a dead end!"
"No! I'm here to save you, I'm taking him as a disciple for you..."
"Xuan Lingzi, are you still deceiving yourself?"
The world changed suddenly.
On the Quzhou Qingqing Cliff, Xuan Lingzi stood in front of the righteous people, widening his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him.
He saw the person he loved the most and was looking at him in disbelief, his elegant and beautiful face was wet with blood. A long sword pierced the man's heart, and his fingers clenched the blade tightly, staggering and walking towards Xuan Lingzi step by step.
With every step he took, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Tears were dripping from his eyes, but he was laughing again, and he asked aloud, "Why... don't you save me?"
Blood filled Xuan Lingzi's eyes, and his body kept shaking. He almost felt that the spiritual power in his body had rioted, every meridian in his body was collapsing, and blood was dripping from his mouth, but he still didn't move, just opened his eyes and kept looking at the one who was facing him. people coming.
"Why did you accept him as a disciple?"
"Why didn't you tell me you like me?"
"Why are you watching me betray me?"
"Silent, do you really... like me?"
boom!
Xuan Lingzi's world collapsed suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of golden blood, ran forward with all his strength, and hugged the man. He hugged the other party tightly, pressed him tightly into his arms, Xuan Lingzi blocked the blood gushing out of the other party's chest with his hands, and kept repeating: "Jianqing, don't die, don't die... you don't want to die..."
But the blood just kept pouring out, and the face of the person in his arms became more and more pale.
Luo Jianqing gently stretched out his hand, stroked Xuan Lingzi's face, and said dumbly, "Master, do you really... love me?"
Xuan Lingzi replied immediately, "I love you."
Luo Jianqing laughed and said: "Yes, you love me, but you accepted a second apprentice, but you did not stop him from framing me. When I was expelled from Taihua Mountain, where were you? Where were you when I was hunted down by the cultivators of the world's righteous path!"
Xuan Lingzi stayed for a long time before he said: "Tian Dao said that it is for your own good, for the teacher to figure out that only in this way can you..."
"No sound, you don't love me at all."
Xuan Lingzi opened his eyes wide: "Jianqing..."
"Yes, you may love me, but what you love is only my skin. Where do you love me? The one who truly loves me will not see me wronged by others, and will not stand opposite me and let his sword kill me!"
"Going clear!"
"Wuyin, why don't you... not die with me?"
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes and looked at the sneering young man in his arms. This cold and hateful smile made the young Junxiu's face look a bit hideous, but Xuan Lingzi was still looking at it, his eyes were full of blood red, he looked at it earnestly, not even for a second Move away.
A lingering voice sounded slowly: "Jianqing..."
Luo Jianqing also softened his voice, as if bewitchingly said: "No sound, come with me..."
Before the words fell, Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Venerable White in disbelief. At some point in his hand, a dagger had been added, piercing Xuan Lingzi's heart. But the dagger only pierced an inch, and it was stopped by Xuan Lingzi's hand.
The blood in his eyes slowly faded, Xuan Lingzi's gentle and tolerant gaze fell gently, and he said fondly: "Even if you are only wearing his skin, I don't want to hurt you."
After a sentence fell, "Luo Jianqing"'s eyes trembled.
He lowered his head silently, and finally let out a chuckle, which suddenly dissipated.
Everything suddenly changed and returned to the once cramped canyon. Xuan Lingzi's chest was wet with blood, and he fell to the ground suddenly, holding the medicine pill in his right hand, and a bloodstain ran down his lips.
After half a day, Xuan Lingzi finally recovered. The wound on the chest has healed, but there is a hole in the clothes, and the trace of the dagger passing through is very abrupt, but Xuan Lingzi did not care about it. When he stood up again, his whole person seemed to have changed.
It seemed that some kind of shadow that had been shrouded in him suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have stepped out of some kind of predicament, and seemed to have escaped a kind of shackles.
Xuan Lingzi's expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and he walked out of the canyon.
When he finally left, even Xuan Lingzi could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. After setting up a barrier, he lowered his head and looked at the medicine pill in his hand. Spiritual consciousness swept over this small medicinal pill, Xuan Lingzi's eyes widened, and he looked at the medicinal pill in astonishment.
"It's not an elixir... It's actually a spiritual power?!"
Demon domain.
The sky seemed to be drenched by clouds, reflecting a mottled brilliance.
But in an instant, a thousand feet of red light flew from the sky in the east, attracting countless demon cultivators to fly out of their nests, each looking at this scene in amazement. In the Devil's Palace, the right guardian Qin Siyi, who was staying here, teleported out the door, watching the red light that almost covered half of the sky with vigilance.
When the red light flew over the Modao Palace, Qin Siyi's face changed greatly, and he quickly teleported back to the palace.
I saw that the red light flew into the sky above the main hall of the Magic Dao Palace, and stopped. Sudden! They fell without warning, and all crashed into the majestic and huge palace, stirring up a mighty and terrifying wave of spiritual power.
Qin Siyi had already teleported outside the palace, looking at this scene, he slowly narrowed his eyes.
After a long time, Qin Siyi knelt down on one knee, a moment of sorrow flashed on his calm face.
"Palace Master!"